31 5 / 2012
How to deal with people who wear unflattering outfits
- Realise all aesthetic choices are subjective.
- Realise that they might think they look sexy as fuck.
- Remove yourself from the vicinity until you’ve learned to get over your fatphobia/transphobia/misogyny/racism or combination of those.
(via fitter-than-a-snicker)
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30 5 / 2012
"I’ve seen a ton on the facebooks about “thanking veterans for their service.” As a veteran let me just be very straightforward and honest with you. We didn’t “serve our country”; we don’t actually serve our brothers/sisters or our neighbors. We serve the interests of Capital. We never risked our lives or spent months on deployment away from our family and friends so they can have this abstract concept called “freedom”. We served big oil; big coal; Coca-Cola; Kellogg, Brown, and Root and all the other big Capital interests who don’t know a fucking thing about sacrifice. These people will never have to deal with the loss of a loved one or the physical and/or psychological scars that those who “serve”, and their families, have to deal with for the rest of their lives. The most patriotic thing someone can do is to tell truth to power and dedicate yourself to building power to overthrow these sociopathic assholes. I served with some of the most real and genuine people I’ve ever met. You’ll never see solidarity like the kind of solidarity you experience when your life depends on the person next to you. But most of us didn’t join for that; we joined because we were fucking poor and didn’t have many other options."
(via feminist77)
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30 5 / 2012
Today, I made some calming manatees, but most of them are the wrong size to go on the site.
Oh well. Would you like them?
Oh my god this is BEAUTIFUL
hold me manatee. hold me tight and never let go
BLAKEEEEEEEE
(via pussiesforpower)
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30 5 / 2012
aspettativa
it’s that anticipation of kissing someone where you know it’s going to happen soon but there aren’t moments separating it there are
hours days
where you know your hands will touch and your lips will touch and you’re nervous
to the point of awkwardness but in that moment it seems to dissolve in the silence
like sugar like oxygen and then
finally it’s there like the blink of an eye the stroke of the clock the beat of a heart
but lasts like molasses slow and sticky
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30 5 / 2012
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30 5 / 2012
I got out of bed and looked in the mirror
And I didn’t see any “trouble zones”. I didn’t see that my stomach wasn’t flat. I didn’t see my ridiculously uneven tan. I didn’t see that little bit of cellulite under my butt.
All I saw was that as a whole, I looked pretty damn good.
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29 5 / 2012
The Hardest Job in the World - London 2012 Olympics Film
this makes me so emotional everytime
(via pointsnorth)
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